Cotton candy and corndogs.
The way a chest rises and falls when breathing.
Milkshakes and trips to the coffee house.
Burning toes on the fresh pavement.
I still don’t consider them weeds, you know.
Lollipops or suckers, whichever you prefer.
The first raindrops,
and the smell of worms.
I hate the feeling of muddy toes
but love the hot sand under my feet.
time runs away.
Dripping ice cream cones.
Macaroni and cheese.
Dinosaur chicken nuggets.
The way buttons remind me of pig noses.
I still believe you can see it at night,
even if it is just a sound.
that you’re not the only one
who’s afraid of empty halls
and wishing stars-
I’m afraid of the future, too.
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